Costume Party
He can't stop laughing. He just can't. He's tried and it only resulted in more snorted laughter and a fresh round of tears in his eyes. The glare Vala wears only deepens the primal desire - no, need - to laugh.
"What's so funny?" She slaps her hands to her waist and narrows her eyes.
Daniel stops laughing for a moment to hiccup and then continues. He points at her. Speechless.
"Is it," Vala asks, "my costume?" She runs her hands down her front, smoothing out the feathers.
"I," he starts," was being. Sarcastic." Smirk. "When I said." Grin. "There's a costume party." Full out giggles.
Vala pouts at him and then does something that throws him completely off. She smirks. At him.
"Just as well I mentioned this costume party idea to Sam, Cameron, Muscles and the airman that looks oddly like your half brother, then," she hints.
She flees before he can so much as open his mouth to ask what she was implying.
Concerned, he leaves for Sam's lab. What he finds is not what he'd been expecting.
Sam, Cam, Teal'c and an airman he doesn't recognise are standing in their usual SG-1 outfits, Vala beside them in her parrot suit. All of them burst into hysterics when he races in, his face flushed.
He frowns. "Huh? What's going on? Vala said you were all in costumes."
Vala leans in to Sam and whispers loudly, "See? I told you I could convince him you all went cuckoo and decided to play dress up!"
fin.